American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The heavy security measures were completely ineffective.

Iji plowed straight through, casually unleashing a few shockwaves that shattered the automatic defense system into pieces.

Several security guards on the night shift didn't even understand what was happening before they were casually knocked unconscious and thrown into a corner.

Iji arrived at the vault door, took a brief look, gathered his hands together, and unleashed a shockwave that blasted a large crater in the ground.

He jumped in without hesitation, followed by a series of clanging and banging noises from underground.

The entire vault actually shook slightly, and a large amount of gravel and rubble fell through the cracks, as the vault was lifted up whole.

With a burst of strength, Iji sent the massive vault crashing through two floors, flying diagonally out of the building.

Qi Shan, who was already waiting outside, reached out to block it.

The powerful impact force instantly vanished, the vault paused in the air for a second, and then crashed straight down.

Just as it was about to hit the ground, Iji suddenly appeared, reaching upwards with both hands, steadily carrying the vault on his shoulders.

Qi Shan landed on top of the vault, a slight curl on his lips, and said, "That went smoothly, let's go."

Iji strode forward, bursting forth a wave of air, carrying the vault and leaping a few times, leaving several clearly visible, ferocious footprints on the floor, before quickly disappearing.

The scene froze, and Alfred said calmly, "Master Wayne, this is the entire process of last night's bank robbery.

I used the city's surveillance network to edit together all the shots of the perpetrators, and rendered it slightly.

The police have now completely surrounded the commercial bank, and many members of high society are paying attention to this case, as they are very concerned about whether their money can be recovered.

Insurance industry professionals are also very nervous. If the funds are not recovered, more than fifteen insurance companies will face bankruptcy, four of which belong to the Wayne Group."

Batman stared intently at the screen. He quickly typed a few times on the extended keyboard, and Qi Shan's guise as the Pied Piper and Iji's full-body scan were extracted separately for more detailed analysis.

"Is it a genetic mutation, or an alien?"

"I can't determine that. According to the reports from the scene, the energy wave explosion casually unleashed by the perpetrator produced several hundred times the energy of the same volume of C4! As you just saw, the entire robbery process was seamless. The bank's defense system didn't even slow them down, let alone leave any clues."

Alfred stood up, took a delicate teapot from the nearby warming cabinet, refilled Batman's teacup, and then said, "What you are seeing now is all the information the police have.

However, the outer surveillance network did not detect the movement of large metal objects, so we can preliminarily determine that these people are still lurking in the city.

Chief Gordon believes that there is more than a 50% chance that they will continue to rob, but I think they may have other purposes!"

Batman quickly memorized Qi Shan's information, then put the entire file aside, and called up Superman's file again.

Several videos simultaneously played the earth-shattering scene, and the panicked crowd came into view again.

"Everything is possible, Alfred. If necessary, I authorize you to activate the sonar monitoring equipment.

Once you find him, notify me immediately!"

Batman paused for a moment, then added, "If Chief Gordon turns on the searchlight, notify me as well!"

"Very well, Master Wayne!"

Alfred nodded slightly, picked up the teapot, turned and left.

While Batman and Alfred were discussing this matter, all the television stations in Gotham City were giving comprehensive coverage of this bizarre robbery.

The Iceberg Lounge, which is usually impossible to get a table at, had hung out a "Closed to the Public" sign for the first time ever today.

Inside the spacious and bright restaurant, a round table was placed in front of the stage, and three slender, curvaceous beauties were making all kinds of alluring gestures towards the sole guest.

The changing lights and the seductive music in his ears didn't seem to allow the sole guest to enjoy the perfect experience.

The only guest was neither tall nor handsome.

Although he tried hard to sit up straight, he was still a bit short and stout. He elegantly ate the food carefully prepared by the chef, and even though many guards were hidden in the surrounding shadows, he still had an inconspicuous umbrella on his right hand side.

The huge hooked nose, the aristocratic monocle, the umbrella, and the well-fitting tailcoat.

Without a doubt, this was the famous figure of Gotham City, the Penguin.

Oswald Cobblepot.

A subordinate suddenly walked over and whispered a few words in his ear. The Penguin raised his eyebrows slightly and gestured.

The restaurant door was pushed open, and Qi Shan, wearing a well-fitting and luxurious gold-threaded white suit, with a faint smile on his lips, slowly walked in.

"Welcome, welcome, Mr. Mike Qi. Last night's performance was truly grand and sudden, especially the finale. I'm still savoring it.

Look, the TV is constantly broadcasting your news. You have already become the new generation idol of the Gotham underworld!"

The Penguin turned around, looking at Qi Shan with a beaming smile.

Although he was in the darkness, the Penguin felt that he was a pure businessman, only selling things that were different from others.

The Iceberg Lounge's main businesses are intelligence and money laundering. Although it occasionally accepts some arms deals, Cobblepot is not enthusiastic about them.

From the moment he saw this explosive news, the Penguin had thought of this scene.

Oh, and give me an order of black pepper lamb chops, the kind with crispy bones on both sides, they feel great to chew!"

The bald man was furious: "You…"

Cobblepot raised his hand, a glimmer of interest flashing in his eyes: "Step back, how can you be so rude? Mr. Mike is a distinguished guest, go! Tell the chef to make it with care."

The bald giant glared at Qi Shan, turned around angrily and left.

Qi Shan didn't even glance at him from beginning to end, only showed Cobblepot a smile, and then leisurely looked at the three pairs of beautiful legs within reach.

Both his expression and body were very relaxed, without the slightest feeling of tension.